The Amount Of Emotion You Get When You Play With Your Younger Sibling/relative And They Are An Absolute

How naughty ⛓️🔐

CUFFED

– pairing: law x vice admiral!reader, kid x vice admiral!reader, ace x vice admiral!reader

– nsfw for Law and Kid, sfw-ish for Ace

– summary: who knew that sea stone handcuffs can break a man down?

“Are you serious?” He asked as you forced him onto a chair, a sea prism collar securely placed around his neck.

You smirked as you cuffed his hands behind him after he sat down. He was powerless and at your mercy. You finally had the upper hand, and you loved it.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” you said as you took off the collar. “And now, pirate, I’m going to make you pay.”

Kneeling down, you noticed his growing arousal. As you stroked his clothed length with your fingers, Law couldn’t help but shiver.

“You think I’ll beg?” He asked. “You’re wrong.”

You slowly pulled his pants down, exposing his erection. You kissed up his length, and right when you reached the tip, you grazed your tongue over it making bite his bottom lip. “Tell me.” You whispered, sliding your fingers up and down his base.

“You’re getting nothing out of me.” He gritted his teeth.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, Captain,” you said, slipping your pants off. You sat on his lap and slipped just his tip in you.

“Ah-“ his voice betrayed.

“If you want more tell me where they are.” You said seductively, slowly going in. Then you pulled out, biting his ear and whispered, “and I’ll give you what you want.”

Kid struggled against the handcuffs, grunting as he tried to free himself from the restraints. Unfortunately, that only knocked him over so he was on the floor still sitting on the chair.

“What’s this?” You asked calmly. “Is this the terrifying Captain Eustass Kid of the Kid Pirates? Laying on my floor?”

“Shut up.” Kid growled.

You leaned forward pinning his throat on the floor with your heels, making Kid gasp. But what caught his eye the most was a glimpse under your dress. “Bold of you to expose your pussy.”

“Want a taste?” You whispered, taking your heel off his throat. Kid bit his lip. It had been a while since he ate a woman out. You crouch down, your pretty pussy within tongue’s reach.

Kid’s breathing intensified as he imagined you sitting on his face while he ate you out, him grabbing your thighs and digging his nails into them.

You slowly brought it closer, letting him give your clit a lick. The way you moaned made him shudder.

“If you want more,” you moaned, letting him continuously lick you like a dog drinking water, “start talking.”

“My poor sweet Ace,” you cooed as you undressed in front of him. His eyes widened from your forward action, not sure how to handle the situation. “Do you think you’ll be able to hold back?” You asked, your uniform falling on the floor.

“Eh, good luck breaking me.” He replied with a smirk. “I’m not so easily bested.”

“Says the man at my mercy.” You smiled.

Instead of walking in front of him, you went behind and leaned your body against his, your breasts against his back. Ace gulped. Especially when you leaned forward and ran both sets of fingers down his chiseled chest, stopping at the rim of his shorts.

“I’m not talking.” He murmured, hiding his needy tone.

Oh how easy this man was to please.

As you kissed his ear and bit the lobe, you brought your fingers up to his shoulders.

“Then I’ll make you.”

“I’m not talking.”

You smirked, seeing his cheeks turn a slight shade of red. “You will.”

AESTHETICS

80s pink glam interiors

💥 when ur all the rage 💥

come out swinging

That 'loveable dummy' calls to me so~ 🩵v🩵

Hi! Hope you have a nice day. If it's okay with you, may i request something for the charming firefly, ace?

Something like ace is vv oblivious to the reader's flirting, just thinking everything just a coincidence, like their seat on the dining table are next to each other, or when he's thirsty or hungry, the reader will always have a drink or snack/food ready. While actually it's happening because of the reader and their observations.

Sorry if it's too long, thanks for your time for reading this! (Completely okay if you're not ok with writing this, i just wanna say thank you)

a/n: wahh! thiss is soo cutee! hope u like thiss ><

Clueless Hearts and Full Plates

Ace doesn’t realize the reader’s affection is behind every perfect coincidence—until one finally clicks.

Ace X gn! reader

tags: fluff, sfw, flirting, ooc, ace being oblivious

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

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It was always a coincidence.

At least, that’s what Ace thought.

Every meal, every shared moment, every little “accident” that placed you beside him was chalked up to fate, luck, or the universe just being weirdly nice to him that day.

Like this morning.

The Moby Dick rocked gently with the waves, and the crew had begun their daily scramble to the galley. Ace, still half-asleep with bedhead and one sandal barely on, made his way to the table. As usual, the crew’s chatter filled the room with the kind of loud, familial chaos only the Whitebeard Pirates could manage.

And, also as usual, the seat beside you was the only one open.

“Hey,” Ace greeted, plopping down with a yawn and no suspicion.

“Morning,” you replied, already pushing a glass of orange juice in his direction without a second thought.

He blinked. “Whoa, you read my mind. I was just thinking I was thirsty.”

You smiled. “Coincidence, I guess.”

Ace grinned, utterly unaware of how long you’d been keeping track of the way he always reached for juice in the morning, never coffee, never water. Just juice. Always.

After a minute, he added, “Also kinda hungry… I forgot to grab a roll or somethin’.”

You wordlessly slid a small plate of warm bread and butter closer to him.

He gasped, delighted. “Seriously, you’re magic! You always have just what I need!”

You bit your lip to hide the fond curve of your smile. “Lucky timing, huh?”

Lucky timing.

That’s what he called it the other day when he tripped coming down the deck stairs and nearly face-planted—only to find your hand catching him in time. It’s what he called it when he accidentally left his hat on the upper deck and you “just so happened” to come by with it a few minutes later.

You didn’t mind. Not really.

It was kind of… endearing. In an Ace-way. He wasn't cold or careless—he just genuinely didn’t see it. The thought that you might be observing him, remembering the things he liked, and subtly trying to show him how much you cared? It never even crossed his mind.

You watched as he messily buttered a piece of bread, crumbs falling on the table. He looked content, humming a tune and swinging his feet like a child in a giant’s chair. And when he caught you watching, he gave you a bright smile—one so open and warm it made your stomach flutter.

“Y’know,” he mumbled around a bite, “you’re always around. It’s kinda nice.”

“Kinda?” you teased.

He nodded, mouth still full. “Mm-hmm. Like, comfy.”

The word hit somewhere soft in your chest. He didn’t even realize he was flirting back.

Later that day, a few of the crew were setting up for poker in the corner, but you were more interested in the commotion coming from the training area. You leaned against the railing, watching Ace spar with Marco. He was shirtless, flames licking at his fingertips as he dodged and laughed, clearly having fun.

Your gaze lingered on him. How could it not? He was strong, fast, alive with every movement.

And when he collapsed on the deck in dramatic defeat—Marco having pinned him with a blue-flamed armbar—he wheezed out, “Water… I need water…”

By the time Marco released him, you were already at his side, bottle in hand.

“Holy crap,” Ace said between breaths. “You’re, like… everywhere.”

“I told you,” you said casually, helping him sit up. “Lucky timing.”

He chuckled, leaning back on his palms and chugging half the bottle. “At this point, I’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel or something.”

You raised a brow. “You think your guardian angel would watch you get elbowed into the deck before offering water?”

Ace grinned. “Gotta build character, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest was warm with something fond and frustrating. How could he be so oblivious?

The truth was, you noticed everything about him. The way he only got grumpy when he was too hot or too tired. How he always tried to hide his hiccups when he laughed too hard. How he made sure the youngest crewmates never felt left out during meals, even if it meant giving them the last piece of meat on his plate.

You didn’t just like him. You admired him.

So yeah, maybe you rearranged your seat every meal to end up next to him. Maybe you kept his favorite snacks in your jacket pockets during long shifts. Maybe you started carrying an extra bottle of water—just in case a certain fire fist decided to exhaust himself in a sparring match.

He never asked. You just… wanted to.

And he just… didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until one particular night, under the stars, that things finally shifted.

You were both sitting on the edge of the deck, feet dangling above the sea. Most of the crew was asleep or out of sight. Ace had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and you handed him a second one without saying a word.

“Man, it’s like you read my mind,” he said for the hundredth time.

You sighed softly. “Maybe your mind is just easy to read.”

He looked at you, puzzled. “Huh?”

You gave a small, nervous smile. “I mean… I always seem to know what you need, right? I guess I just pay attention.”

There was a pause. The kind of pause where your heart beats a little faster, wondering if maybe, finally, he might catch on.

Ace blinked. “Oh. So you’ve got like, observation haki or something?”

You stared at him.

Deadpan.

“…Yeah. Sure. Let’s call it that.”

He beamed. “That’s so cool!”

You dropped your face into your hands.

But then—something changed in his tone.

“…Wait.”

You peeked up through your fingers.

Ace’s smile was still there, but it was… slower. Thoughtful. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. Every juice, every meal, every seat, every snack.

And then, like someone lit a match under his brain, realization bloomed across his face.

“…Wait.”

You watched the faintest red spread over his cheeks. He sat straighter. “Are you—? Have you been—? This whole time—?”

You tilted your head, lips twitching. “You’re cute when you put the puzzle together.”

He gawked. “So it wasn’t just coincidences?!”

You snorted. “Ace, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

And then he laughed. It was loud, a little embarrassed, but full of warmth.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“A lovable idiot,” you corrected, nudging his shoulder.

“…So does this mean,” he said slowly, “you like me? Like, like like?”

You raised a brow. “Only if you like me back.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours with a shy, crooked grin. “Well, now that I know… I’m definitely gonna start paying attention.”

You chuckled, nudging the bottle of water into his hand again. “Start with drinking water. Then we’ll work our way up to romance.”

Ace laughed, and this time, he didn’t call it luck.

Love each piece so much 😄🩵

twt dumps

Pure gold, light of my life or ray of sunshine -type of stuff, right there 🥇💛✨️

Sabo thinks the bugs luffy sends him are so cool actually.

Oda let them have each other’s snail number i swear to god. Let them chat on the weekends. Let luffy send 2000000 sniksnoks (snail tiktok’s) and please let sabo reply to every single one of them with a custom reply.

Also Imagining sabs texting luffy “send venture?” Whenever he’s [enter first panel here] And luffy taking a pic of wherever he is at the time

I JUST WANT THEM TO BE MORE IN EACHOTHER’S LIVES IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK JEEEZZZZ

https://x.com/kangyaosasuke?s=21&t=55HyzerWcN_RxNpgV2Jocw

😆Tiny Angry Baby Boi😆

i will never not laugh at how mad ace was when luffy had to start living with him lmaooo

My God, you really went for it, didn't you?! 😜✌️

+ that split, tho 🫦, forgive me 📿

ask (to Corazon) - Law  has grown up a pirate with not really good manners. Did it was your fault? * kick * the genocide of bread  // aerosol * you can burn the bread, but you can’t burn child injury-spray/ * hello, fuck you Corazon  - hardly

Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. A much appreciated view for humanity. Thank you, Roger + Rouge for making this beauty 🛐🤗

Taking a break from Impel Down to draw something ridiculous.